Testi:
Curve Fly With The High

tip of my tongue Ready to destroy All in it's path All in it's way because it can It's all out of control It's all from the soul Fly with the high Go with

weed and hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they

and disrespect a nigga sly to you before I pull that ratchet out I'm going in Uh... Why you running with those lames that's tapped out AOTP is front line with

and brace ox All flam and flamboyant, meet me crossroads, one way zones If you with it, I'm with it, blow my smoke, claustrophobic You can get dealt with

boards Oeh Oeh I've got the snowboard under my feet I can fly so high, I can fall so deep But who do I see comin' up the track A little green man with

I'm a park and scrape the curve [Chorus: x2] Why when I'm not high does my life Feel like it's missing something I know that I must be high So that

become depressed cause you wish you're the guy that's rhyming Nonetheless, it's Louis in the sky with diamonds {Louis in the sky with diamonds} Going "

to the big snuggles: open it up and i stick to the paper the god of below on the bottom of scrapers sky high, blue fly snatchin the show like a mag teen

fly Should call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot It's Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high Banging yacht rock